The sand burned against her small hands, coarse and endless. Rey's chest tightened, not from the heat, but from the emptiness—the isolation that had always smelled of old metal and dust. Yet… something was different. Something inside her remembered.
Raia Peters had died yesterday, or maybe years ago, in another life. She hadn't wanted to go, hadn't wanted to leave her family, her workshop, her engines humming under her touch. And now… she was here. Five years old. Abandoned, and left to the mercy of Jakku's unforgiving desert.
Her vision flickered. Bright blue lights, impossible geometry, a voice that was not her own:
[SYSTEM INITIALIZING…]
[Survival Universe Loaded: STAR WARS – SEQUEL ERA
Host Identity: Rey (Age 5)
Reincarnated Consciousness: Raia Peters (28)
Starting Balance: 200,000 SC]
The sand beneath her seemed to pause. Rey blinked, and her tiny fingers flexed as if testing if she could bend this reality.
[Mission: Survive 30 Days on Jakku
Reward: +10,000 SC | Random Low-Rank Ability (Fandom)]
She groaned. 'Survive?' Survival had been instinct for her other life, too. She had fixed machines, built traps, calculated problems. She could survive. But this… this was raw. Empty. Hostile.
Then a tiny ping, almost like a heartbeat in the Force. Warmth, faint, fleeting.
Rey froze. 'Someone is… here.' Not physically, not yet. But near. Comforting. Safe. She couldn't reach it. And then it vanished.
---
Far away, at Luke's temple, fifteen-year-old Ben Solo tensed, a flicker of warmth brushing the edges of his consciousness. He ignored it. 'Just a trick of the Force,' he muttered, though the echo lingered in his chest, soft and unreal.
---
Rey clenched her fists, dust falling from her palms. Panic surged, but her engineer's mind kicked in instantly. Supplies first. Shelter. Tools. Anything. Not the Force—yet.
Her system hummed:
[Balance: 200,000 SC]
She scrolled through the system, her tiny fingers somehow learning the interface instinctively:
[FANDOM LIST: Star Trek (ALL), Stargate (ALL), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Who (ALL),
I Shall Survive Using Potions Manga, Bee & Puppycat]
"Alright," she whispered. 'This is going to work. I will survive. I always survive.'
She made her first purchases.
[PURCHASES:
Item Purchase 1 — Doctor Who:
Vortex Storage Bracelet — 50,000 SC
Pocket-space 10m³ for hoarding supplies. Perfect for a desert survivalist.
Item Purchase 2 — Stargate:
Portable Goa'uld Healing Device (Low Rank) — 30,000 SC
Small self-healing boost + temporary stamina surge.]
[Balance: 120,000 SC]
She strapped the bracelet onto her tiny wrist. Instantly, it hummed, filling with space that wasn't there, waiting for her ingenuity. She tucked the healing device into the folds of her ragged dress.
And then she looked out at the desert, wide and merciless.
Rey took a breath. The Force… hummed faintly, teasing. Not ready yet. The Dyad ping flickered again, teasing her, suppressed, hidden—but undeniably there.
Rey smiled, a grin far too old for her small face.
'This isn't the beginning. This is a second chance. And I know how to survive it.'